Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown.

How much more, if we pray him, will his ear / Be open, and his heart to pitie incline, / And teach us further by what means to shun / Th’ inclement Seasons, Rain, Ice, Hail and Snow, / Which now the Skie with various Face begins.

I like to sit on the edge and dangle my feet in the water.

I hid myself because I was afraid.